This is a song about "Rims"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

My ride old but my rims new,

Would have came back for you

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my